Telling an entire story in just one hundred words…
Aunt Artemisia had long been the repository for family secrets. Telling her something, was as safe as talking in your own head. A visit to her house. A nice cup of tea. Sharing the burden.
It even continued when she moved into residential care. Until one day, while sharing marital issues, Jack got a shock.
“Yes dear. Marianne hates you shouting at the telly.”
Secrets were no longer sacrosanct it seemed.
This changed the family, who started talking to each other.
“Such a shame. Her mind’s gone,” they said.
Artemisia smiled inwardly. She had wanted to do this for years.
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